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🚨 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆: Manchester United could make a surprise move for Khvicha Kvaratskhelia. This will be an ambitious high profi...
09/03/2026

🚨 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆: Manchester United could make a surprise move for Khvicha Kvaratskhelia. This will be an ambitious high profile move from the board

.It's expensive to be poor Written by Lizzie WashingtonChapter Five – When the Dust SettlesThey say revolutions end when...
08/03/2026

.It's expensive to be poor

Written by Lizzie Washington

Chapter Five – When the Dust Settles

They say revolutions end when the shouting stops.
But that’s not true.
Sometimes they end in whispers
in the quiet moments when you finally realize you’ve survived.

It’s been a year since the first thread was cut. Since Mara sold her last piece of jewelry to buy the second-hand machine that started everything.

The workshop looks different now. The walls are painted the color of sunrise soft orange and forgiving. They have two fans that actually work. The sign above the door says:

THE THREAD SISTERS – SEWING A NEW TOMORROW.

It’s hand-painted, imperfect, and radiant.

Women still come and go. Some stay for months, others for a season. They leave stronger, louder, braver. And that, Mara thinks, is enough.

Because the goal was never to escape poverty alone. It was to tear a hole in it big enough for others to climb through.

The city hasn’t changed much. The roads are still cracked, the power still cuts out mid-needlework, and the politicians still visit when cameras are near.

But the people?
They’ve changed.

Mothers now bargain less out of desperation, more out of pride.
Daughters now speak about dreams like they’re something they can own.
Even the boys who used to mock the women’s group now come by to repair zippers and joke that they “believe in women’s work” too.

Change is slow, but it’s happening.

One afternoon, Mara sits outside the shop, watching the street shimmer in heat. She hears laughter from insid the kind that makes the day feel lighter. She sips her tea and lets her mind wander.

She remembers her younger self walking miles for water, pretending hunger was a form of fasting. That girl believed poverty was her inheritance.
Now she knows better.

Poverty isn’t inherited it’s imposed.
It’s the invisible tax you pay for being born in the wrong place, with the wrong name, without the right connections.
It’s every “maybe later,” every “not yet,” every dream that’s called unrealistic because it doesn’t fit the pockets of the powerful.

And yet, here she is unrealistic, alive, and unbroken.

As evening falls, Mara writes in her small notebook.

" I used to think being poor was about lacking money"
Now I know it’s about being charged for your own hope.
Every day you fight to prove your humanity in a system built to doubt it.
But we are still here. Still stitching. Still rising.”

She closes the notebook, her eyes full but not heavy.

A young girl passes by, clutching a roll of fabric, eyes wide with the same hunger Mara once carried.

“Are you hiring?” the girl asks.

Mara smiles. “We always are.”

The girl follows her in. The door closes softly behind them.

And the machines begin again steady, defiant, alive.

That night, Mara walks home beneath a bruised purple sky. She doesn’t rush anymore. She knows the streets, knows their cracks and corners, knows the weight of her name and the fire in her hands.

The stars are dim tonight, but she doesn’t mind. She’s learned to make her own light.

When she reaches her door, she turns once more toward the city.

“It’s still expensive to be poor,” she whispers.
Then she smiles.
“But now, I can afford the fight.”

THE END

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WRITTEN BY LIZZIE WASHINGTON Mystery in Every Word(An Epistle to Women)Woman — mystery in every word.Salt of the earth. ...
08/03/2026

WRITTEN BY LIZZIE WASHINGTON

Mystery in Every Word

(An Epistle to Women)

Woman — mystery in every word.
Salt of the earth. Flame in stillness. The calm after every storm.
The world feels hollow without your hum,
for you are both question and answer —
the silence and the song.

They told you to stay quiet,
so you learned the art of speaking without sound,
building universes from gestures, from sighs,
from the tilt of your chin when pain tries to own you.
But even when you whisper, the earth listens.

You bend, but you do not break.
You weep, yet your tears turn into rivers that feed nations.
You fall, and still — you rise,
graceful like dawn, stubborn like fire.

You carry generations in your bones,
dreams that never belonged to you alone.
You bear names, weights, and wounds —
but you still move with elegance,
as though heartbreak was choreography.

They call you fragile,
but glass only shatters when it’s mishandled.
And when it does, you cut deeper than steel.
You are glass, flame, ocean tide —
soft, wild, infinite.

When you love, you do it like creation —
without apology, without measure.
You pour light into broken things
and still find beauty in the fragments.
Your forgiveness is rebellion.
Your kindness, a revolution.

You are not half of anything —
you are the whole story, written in cursive strength.
You are the sentence, the scripture, the song.
The world spins softer when you breathe.

And when they try to define you,
smile — and let them fail.
You are too vast for small words.
You are too real for cages.

You, woman — are the mystery in every word,
the rhythm in every silence,
the breath that keeps the world alive. 🌹✨
Happy women's Day

BROKEN IN SILENCE CHAPTER 8(MOVING ON, HEALING PROCESS)Everything happened so fast, I was no longer proud of myself, I b...
07/03/2026

BROKEN IN SILENCE
CHAPTER 8

(MOVING ON, HEALING PROCESS)

Everything happened so fast, I was no longer proud of myself, I became even more quiet than I was, naturally. As if I was told never to speak again.

I kept hearing voices that condemns me in my head.
I imagined things that scares the living day light out of me.

"What if I had died?" I kept asking myself...

All that happened at Val's place kept coming like a flash, it was a memory I never lost.

With time, I was able to move one, though not completely because, even though I had given Cj a chance, flash back of what happened at Val's place keeps playing whenever we wanted to make out, this made the whole thing painful and it became my worse night mare, but with Cj's soft approach, I was able to croos the bridge peacefully.

Being with Cj was very peaceful and fun that I would always lie to mom just so I could go visit him.

At this point I was fully 21, my birthday had passed and I am now a big girl, but at my age, I still needed to give a two weeks permission notice before actually going out. This made me to always cook up a lie ahead of time so I could freely go out, and I would also be given time to return home.

My mom later found out about my relationship with Cj, though she wasn't sure so she needed to confirm from me first and trust Nigerian mothers, she asked as if she was already sure of what she was saying.

"So, you dey friend that boy wey I warn you about?" Mom asked angrily.
I know my mom and I know when she's speaking from what she heard so I could tell that she had just heard gist from people, maybe her friend, Aunty Chinwe had told her, that one, she's a gossip, her shop is a center of gist, whether truth or not she has every details of every rumor in Iriebe.

"Mummy, no oh, hah!! Who tell you that one?, Nothing like that abeg"
I tried convincing her till she believed me.
Though it became an anthem at home, Cj's name never left her mouth as she would always say "I no want hear say you and that boy get anything oh" and I will reply
"Yes mommy"

My mom is a very good woman and I knew she was only protecting me but my love for Cj knew no bound, so I thought of other ways to go about it... I had to stop visiting CJ for a while so mom would have no reason to suspect anything anymore...

Managing my love life with family was kinda difficult because, but I tried, though it had huge effect on my relationship.

"Stella what happened? You stopped coming to my place, why?" CJ asked while we were on a call.
"Mom suspected that we are dating, I didn't want her to keep suspecting that is why I stopped visiting" I explained to him.

So why don't we tell your mom that we are dating, I mean, I'm bigger than this hide and seek game you're trying to play or do you have someone els? CJ started sounding angry.

Why are you getting upset now? I am only scared of my mom, I don't want to know what she can do, she's capable of anything and I'm not ready now. I tried to convince him but he seems to be more upset.
" So who is val' I
" Val? I tried to act dumb
" I saw the text he sent to you , what was he apologizing for and who is he to you?

" Can we talk about this when we see? I tried to calm him down
" Okay then coming hom now
" You know I can't just live home like that
" If you care about this relationship then you'll come,
Okay hold on,am coming now.

I dressed up, and lied to my mum that I was going to see my friend Alex , I had already called alex to explain to her where I was going.
Christy was no longer there to cover me because she had gone to school at osun state

I didn't tell you about Alex earlier she's my friend, I met her few months after I started dating CJ, she's new at our church and just joined the choir, we became super close. Alex is 4years older but she understands me very well so she became my new cover up
(Smiles).....

To be continued...
✍🏽 Stella Uyo💫🌹

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06/03/2026

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BROKEN IN SILENCE Chapter 7By Stella Uyo(THE DAY I WILL NEVER FORGET)I had gotten to Rumuokoro junction as directed by V...
05/03/2026

BROKEN IN SILENCE
Chapter 7
By Stella Uyo

(THE DAY I WILL NEVER FORGET)

I had gotten to Rumuokoro junction as directed by Val,
I called and told him.

"Okay just look for an eatry and wait there for me I'm coming"

Before 5mins, he was there and we bought snacks and went to his little but expensive apartment.

We had few interesting discussions, played games, and had our snack when all of a sudden Val became Touchy

I felt it was the normal kinda approach with Kingsley, I enjoyed the touch, and returned the kiss.

Val was romancing me in a way that I couldn't explain what was happening,
I knew something was up...

I saw the erected D!

BROKEN IN SILENCE Chapter 6By Stella uyo Kingsley became a memory,  one that I cant forget, My first love, the very firs...
05/03/2026

BROKEN IN SILENCE
Chapter 6
By Stella uyo

Kingsley became a memory, one that I cant forget, My first love, the very first guy I imagined walking down the Isle with.

Moving forward, I met Valentine, a very handsome, calm looking church boy...
I met him at my cousin's church uptown.

We exchanged numbers and got talking, I was so comfortable around him.
I even introduced him to my mom.
For the first time I opened up to my mother about having a boyfriend.

On the other hand was James, we call him CJ, a very funny guy, who almost sees through me and know what I meant to say each moment I try to lie.

Cj's family house isn't far from ours, he's 9 years older as well. He had been asking me out for a long time but I didn't pay attention, but after the breakup with Kingsley, I had to choose between Val and CJ.

Although I didn't tell my mom about Cj because, she knows him already and would not accept, CJ was known for being the "ladies' man" so I rather kept it from my mom.

Cj came to visit one of the days mom wasn't around and, trust my neighbours, they did their job on time.
"Stella, who come visit you for this house?" Mom queried
Ah, I'm finished, my heart beat increased, knowing that my mom wouldn't hesitate to hit me.
I couldn't say a word still.
"I know say na Christopher pikin, na wetin them tell me be that"
"Mummy he just came to see me oh finish"
"My pikin, I just want tell you to dey careful, that boy no be better person"

My mom not liking him was enough reason to cut him off but I just like him like that. I didn't care what people say about him.

Choosing between Valentine and Cj was difficult, they both arr handsome, caring, and has same dress sense, this plane trouser and shirt kinda fashion that I love, almost like a corporate wear.
Both are same age, just 3 months difference.

I didn't know who to choose so I kept them both hanging, though i gave Val more attention, because I felt he was better since he's a church boy.

Christy never liked val, each time he calls, she gets so irritated, according to her, she had to idea why she hated him, butbshe felt like he's not a good person.
"Madam keep quiet, val is a church boy, he can't hurt a fly na" I would always attack her. I really liked val, I would say more than Cj.

Val had asked me to visit him and I accepted to go, I thought it would be as easy as it was with Kingsley, of course I trusted Val, he was a church boy, he wouldn't even hurt a fly.

It was that very day I experienced real pain for the first time...

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BROKEN IN SILENCE CHAPTER 5(FIRST VISIT)Kingley lives with his parents and siblings in the family house. It was risky vi...
05/03/2026

BROKEN IN SILENCE
CHAPTER 5
(FIRST VISIT)

Kingley lives with his parents and siblings in the family house.
It was risky visiting him there, I had to wait outside for his mom to leave the house or hide from the back gate so his mom wouldn't see me... thus wasn't my things, but I had to do it anyway, afterall, these are the things we do for love.

"I don't like all these hiding things ooh, I'm your girlfriend right? So why can't your mom see me?"
"How do you expect her to see you, she won't be happy with me"
"So we will keep hiding like this?"
After that day, I decided to only visit when his mom is not at home so I could be comfortable.

Another day, I visited, he gave me soft drink and snacks, we played like kids, we had a great time together. His siblings were at home, that wasn't an issue because they know what's happening already, homies' code.

Then, here is Kingsley and I, alone in the room.
It was a romantic encounter, something I've never felt or done in my life.
We had a very long kiss, with Kingsley's lips on mine like he wanted to swallow me up.
It was soft, gentle, mild, and stired up something within me, I was aware what would happen if I don't stop right then...

"Kingsley stop"
"Why"
"I'm not ready, I haven't done it before"
"Don't worry, I'm not penetrating"

Naive little me, what do I even know, I agreed and we continued,
Kingsley's fingers slowly running down to my vee.
I felt the wetness, but I wasn't ready yet.

"I need to go now"
My mom must be looking for me now
I quickly picked my bag and left.

When I got home, my heart couldn't stop racing, I enjoyed our time together and i enjoyed everything but i was not ready for what kingsley was about to do, i was scared of many things.
I couldn't wait till its 4pm so I could go for choir rehearsals and talk to Christy about what had happened.

Kingsley and I datef for 2 years plus, without intercous.
We had time together, alone, yet I wasn't ready for it...

I thought he was comfortable with it, he had promised he would wait till whenever i was ready, not until I found out that he was seeing someone else, in anger and disappointment, I questioned him, I cried my eyes out and told him I'd never have anything to do with him again.

That was how we ended our sweet relationship, this led to one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made in my life, a painful experience I never shared even after recovery...

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BROKEN IN SIKENCE CHAPTER 4(MY FIRST LOVE)I had my first boyfriend at 19, though I didn't know how to go about it, I had...
05/03/2026

BROKEN IN SIKENCE
CHAPTER 4
(MY FIRST LOVE)

I had my first boyfriend at 19, though I didn't know how to go about it, I had no idea what it looks like to be in a relationship, I couldn't tell what love really is but I just knew I felt something for him, something that makes me not to resist him.

His name is Kingsley, he looks quiet and soft, like he wouldn't hurt a fly.

The butterflies in my belly was too much, I couldn't stay a day without talking to him.
After chatting online, we'll talk on phone for hours, hanging up was a problem.

"Cut the call na"
"No, you cut it, is it not your airtime"
"I love you baby"
"Oohm stop joor"
"Talk na"
"Talk what?"
"That you love me too"
"I'm at home na" I kept blushing like a mumu.
This happens almost every night.

I had my own room so it wasn't a problem making calls at night. We were in a 3 bedroom rented apartment.

I hadn't visited Kingsley yet, we were still doing the hide and seek children kinda love.
This feeling was strange but I loved it.
That was how I knew I was growing up.

I told my friend Christy about Kingsley and I
"Stella what's up?"
"Omo Christy, I have a boyfriend oh"
"Haa! You, Stella, boyfriend. When did that one start, mother Mary like you"
"Stop joor, I like him a lot and I think he loves me too"
"You think?, Stella that's not how it's done, but since you say you love him, no problem, I'll interrogate him and I'll make I sure I tell him not to play with your emotions"

Christy was two years younger but has had many experiences with guys, she is a loving, beautiful smart and fun to be with kinda friend, she was more like a sister, we spent almost everyday together.

Few months later, after much calls and chats, I and Kingsley decided to meet and get to talk face to face and spend more time together.

This time it wasn't the usual, after church meeting we used to have, yes, Kingsley is my church guy, though not consistent, I even noticed him in church when we started chatting on Facebook.

Back to our topic,
It was saturday, I didn't go to work, but I lied to my mom that I was going to Christy's house, trust me, I've already had things planned out with christy...

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BROKEN IN SILENCE By Stella UyoCHAPTER 2  (MY DECISION)At first, I and my siblings weren't disturbed about the current c...
28/02/2026

BROKEN IN SILENCE
By Stella Uyo
CHAPTER 2 (MY DECISION)

At first, I and my siblings weren't disturbed about the current condition, we felt it was a phase that would pass soon. We hoped and prayed and waited patiently.
It became too serious that I had to take a very strong decision, I thought within myself and came to a conclusion that I would do something before it's late.

The day I told my mother she wasn't happy with it.
"Mummy, e get wetin I want tell you"
"Na wetin be that my pikin, if you want anything feel free to tell me, I go do am for you"
Her words almost made me cry, my mom was still ready to provide for I and my siblings despite the state we currently are in, as a strong girl that I am, I had to control my tears and hold it back from falling down.
"Mummy, I want start to work, I want find work wey I go dey do so that I fit dey support you take care of my sisters them make them fit go school"
"My daughter, tell me, e get anything wey you find wey I no give you? Why you dey talk like this na? No stress yourself, very soon, things go dey alright soon"
I felt the pain in her voice, she still had hope for a better future but u couldn't sit and watch her go through so much stress just to cater for my siblings and I.

I knew how my mom felt when I told her about my decision but there's nothing I could do about it.

I applied for a job in a school, it was nit too far from our home.
I was paid five thousand naira, yes 5k for a whole month, it was poor, but ibhad to manage, as they had told me thatbits difficult to get a job with a good pay especially as an ssce holder without experience.
I hadn't even written my WAEC.

It was stressful working there, I applied as a caregiver, but was playing the role of a teacher and a cleaner.
I fell sick almost every week and had to stop working after that term and gave my mother all the money I earned.

I got another job and it didn't take time to get the job, here things were different, I was a caregiver, and I enjoyed my job. I worked hard to make sure nothing stops me from getting paid, yes my salary was twelve thousand naira, not a bad one right?
Gradually I feel in love with my job, not be cause if the money, but the presence of kids, their noise, the play, the rhymes and their innocence.

Back at home, things were a bit better, we didn't have much but we were contented with the little we had, with my help, my siblings were able to go attend school.

Though my academics was on hold, I had to do it with joy, it's was a sacrifice I thought I had to do in other to make my siblings to get back to school, Precious just entered secondary school, while Miracle was just a kid in primary school.

I had to put everything about my life on hold hoping things would be better in future, but there was something else...

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BROKEN IN SILENCE By Stella UyoPT 1: GROWING UP It was a Monday morning, all the children had gone to school, parents ha...
28/02/2026

BROKEN IN SILENCE
By Stella Uyo

PT 1: GROWING UP

It was a Monday morning, all the children had gone to school, parents had gone out to cater for the family's need.
I and my siblings were out already, on our way to school.

Back in school, morning devotion was very important to both students and teachers as everyone would come out to the hall to sing, pray, and recite the national anthem, school anthem, and pledge. Confidence Grouo of Christian Schools was one of the best schools in Iriebe.
Iriebe is a small community in Obio/Akpor LGA of Rivers State.

Announcements are also made in the devotion ground for students to hear and pass across to their parents.
"Good morning, students."
"Good morning, sir."
This is to bring to your notice that there will be fee drive starting from next week, so do well to inform your parents if you have not paid your school fees, and if you paid part, also communicate to your parents so they can pay up, failure to do so will be sent out of school next week, thus week is a week of grace, and if you don't pay before exams starts, You won't write the exams, am I clear?" Our school principal asked
"Yes, sir," chorused the students

This sounds familiar, right? It is a usual language in Nigerian schools.
Thus, announcements never used to be a problem to me because my parents made sure to clear my fees before the 3rd week of school resumption. I was a very lucky child, my text books ere always bought in time, my uniforms changed duely and I never lacked anything.

Things changed, this time, school fees were being delayed, texts book were no longer complete, I couldn't understand at first, I would always assure myself that my parents are capable of paying for everything I needed.

I was in S.S.S 1 when I experienced my first fee drive, it was embarrassing, I was shocked, and even my classmates and teachers were surprised.

"Stella, what happened? Are you sure Aunty Dorathy didn't make a mistake while calling out the names?" My classmates showed concern
Aunthy Dorathy was our school cashier, and she also taught food and nutrition for senior class and business for junior class.
She is my younger sister's Gid mother (Miracle)
"Stella, this is unlike your parents. You can stay for today, I'll call them to remind them, maybe they forgot,"
That was how I ended up not going home that day, but it still didn't change anything, I remained quiet in class all day.

When I got home, I told my mother about what had happened in school.
"Mummy, even me and Miracle," Precious added.
"It's well, my pikin." she gave a deep breath. That was when I understood that the table turned to a bad direction this time.
"No worry, I go pay everything immediately, money come, make una pray make God touch una papa mind to remember us becausei no understand wetin dey haopen again"
I could clearly see the pain in her eyes, dad at this pint hardly comes home, he's in for 2 weeks and travels for like 3 months, I and my siblings used to be fund of our dad but due to his new found attitude, we started drifting apart.

I come from a family if 3 girls, my Mon and my dad, my 2 younger siblings, Precious and Miracle, these two are beautiful and smart, my neighbours would always tease me to be the ugliest of my mother's daughters, but I was proud I have beautiful sisters.

With the way things were going, I could sense that my mom has a lot if responsibilities and would not be able to do it all hy herself, she sells hibiscus tea popularly known as Zobo, she halks it in the streets, and though she gets a lot of Patronage, it was only enough for food.

I promised myself that I would wipe the tears from my mother's eyes and make sure my sisters got to graduate from school.

To be continued...
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*INTRODUCING THE WONDERS OF HEARTBREAK*
By Boma Marcy

The Wonders of Heartbreak is a true-life story.
It happened to me—Boma Marcy.

This is an unfiltered account of my childhood: how life met me early with pain, how society pushed me from one suffering into another, and how survival became my first language before I learned hope.

I am writing this story not because I am healed, not because I have arrived, and not because life suddenly became kind. I am writing because I survived r**e, slavery, and the weight of a poor upbringing. I lived through what should have broken me.

As you turn the pages of The Wonders of Heartbreak, understand that you are turning the pages of my life. Read to learn. Read to see. And remember this—what you go through does not define you, but it shapes you into who you become. Just as my pain shaped me into a storyteller, and my survival shaped me into a writer.

—Boma Marcy

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